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Ooh, babe Nobody does it like you, baby, no Look at you in this Audemars, shit, fuck all these broads, hey, no offense She's very classy, yes, I know this Girl can't romance me 'cause I'm focused on you Seizin' the moment, she is the sole reason I wrote this, yeah Yeah, now she's in focus I don't see nobody else, no-, it's-, yeah-yeah Yeah, tell me you like the song, and I'm singin' to you 'til mornin' come Touchin' you 'til you harmonize, I know you Hear me say this shit all the time Grateful 'cause you are the prize, I want you as mine (mine) (And she make me say) Ooh, babe Nobody does it like you, baby, no I'm grateful (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey) Grateful because you chose up on me, I can't be out here just hoein' 'round Already know how karma works, it's spinnin' the block, it's goin' 'round Hit up the club, I called you first, if you on my arm, I'm showin' out Told me, "Leave them broads alone", it's quiet for them, you know I did Bachelor crib, don't call it home, what should I call it? No idea No wife in a blouse, no spouse, no kids, no four-door whip to drive 'em in No more hoes, done flyin' 'em in, I'm tryna come make you smile again (be mine) All you wanted was a lil' openness, and I told myself, "Better not tell no, tell no lies again" (can I?) This ain't no joke thing, no, not again Babe, be mine (What? What?) Ah-ah-ah Ooh, babe Nobody does it like you, baby, no I tried searchin' for it, I got nowhere, nowhere, yeah I looked everywhere for it and it's so hard to find It's got my mind racin' all night, I try It's alright, girl, take your time, take your time Time, time, time
Writer(s): Stephen Michael Feigenbaum, Bryson Tiller, Ernest Eugene Brown Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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